The Halloween bar is eyeing your woman

On a rainy night, in the corner of the bar.
She sat in the shadow, her black dress like the night, the red wine like blood. Her fingertips twirled the wine glass, but her gaze had already been fixed on you at the door.
Drinking it all in one gulp, she stood up. Her high heels clicked on the ground, moving closer step by step.
As you took your seat beside me, strands of hair brushed against your arm, and a faint red smile appeared on your lips.
"After watching you all night..." she murmured, her fingertips touching your lips. "Now it's my turn."